Act V, Scene 3
The temple of Diana at Ephesus.
- Enter Thaisa, Cerimon, and virgins
- Enter Gower.
- Enter Pericles with his Train: Lysimachus, Helicanus,
- Marina, and a Lady.
Pericles1 - 13
- Hail, Dian! To perform thy just command,
- I here confess myself the King of Tyre,
- Who frighted from my country, did wed
- At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
- At sea in child-bed died she, but brought forth
- A maid-child call’d Marina, whom, O goddess,
- Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
- Was nurs’d with Cleon, who at fourteen years
- He sought to murder, but her better stars
- Brought her to Mytilene, ’gainst whose shore
- Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
- Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
- Made known herself my daughter.
Thaisa14 - 15
- Voice and favor!
- You are, you are—O royal Pericles!
- What means the nun? She dies, help, gentlemen!
Cerimon17 - 19
- Noble sir,
- If you have told Diana’s altar true,
- This is your wife.
Pericles20 - 21
- Reverent appearer, no,
- I threw her overboard with these very arms.
- Upon this coast, I warrant you.
- ’Tis most certain.
Cerimon24 - 28
- Look to the lady; O, she’s but overjoy’d.
- Early in blustering morn this lady was
- Thrown upon this shore. I op’d the coffin,
- Found there rich jewels, recovered her, and plac’d her
- Here in Diana’s temple.
- May we see them?
Cerimon30 - 32
- Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
- Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is
Thaisa33 - 39
- O, let me look!
- If he be none of mine, my sanctity
- Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
- But curb it, spite of seeing. O my lord,
- Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake,
- Like him you are! Did you not name a tempest,
- A birth, and death?
- The voice of dead Thaisa!
Thaisa41 - 42
- That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
- And drown’d.
- Immortal Dian!
Thaisa44 - 46
- Now I know you better.
- When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
- The King my father gave you such a ring.
- Points to his ring.
Pericles47 - 51
- This, this. No more, you gods! Your present kindness
- Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do well
- That on the touching of her lips I may
- Melt, and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
- A second time within these arms.
Marina52 - 53
- My heart
- Leaps to be gone into my mother’s bosom.
- Kneels to Thaisa.
Pericles54 - 56
- Look who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa,
- Thy burden at the sea, and call’d Marina
- For she was yielded there.
- Blest, and mine own!
- Hail, madam, and my queen!
- I know you not.
Pericles60 - 63
- You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
- I left behind an ancient substitute.
- Can you remember what I call’d the man?
- I have nam’d him oft.
- ’Twas Helicanus then.
Pericles65 - 69
- Still confirmation!
- Embrace him, dear Thaisa, this is he.
- Now do I long to hear how you were found,
- How possibly preserved, and who to thank
- (Besides the gods) for this great miracle.
Thaisa70 - 72
- Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
- Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can
- From first to last resolve you.
Pericles73 - 76
- Reverent sir,
- The gods can have no mortal officer
- More like a god than you. Will you deliver
- How this dead queen relives?
Cerimon77 - 81
- I will, my lord.
- Beseech you first, go with me to my house,
- Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
- How she came plac’d here in the temple;
- No needful thing omitted.
Pericles82 - 90
- Pure Dian,
- I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
- Night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,
- This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
- Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now
- This ornament
- Makes me look dismal will I clip to form,
- And what this fourteen years no razor touch’d,
- To grace thy marriage-day, I’ll beautify.
Thaisa91 - 92
- Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
- My father’s dead.
Pericles93 - 98
- Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,
- We’ll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
- Will in that kingdom spend our following days.
- Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
- Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
- To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead ’s the way.